The past few weeks have been chaotic. Schools and offices have closed. Colleges are switching to online instruction and telling students to…
“We’re all born naked and the rest is drag.” Under our Swarthmore shirts, baggy sweatpants, and heavy winter coats, we’re all the…
Regardless of class year, Swatties often encounter a dreaded word through our conversations with friends, professors, mentors, parents, or sentient pets —…
Besides the Swat plague, something else seems to spread around Fall Break: the love bug. After one and a half months of…
Three weeks into the semester and perhaps you are already thinking of escape. Thankfully, Swarthmore is half an hour away from Philadelphia,…
Notes from the Arts section editors: When we were preparing for this issue, especially in anticipation of our new readership from the…
Dearly beloved, after three whole months of work, adventure, or relaxation, we’re gathered here today for some good old Swarthmore education and…
Past midnight on a Friday, I found myself in a kebab shop with two of my clearly intoxicated friends. The kebabs came…
As rain falls gently upon Sproul Hall, Alok Vaid-Menon asked the audience a plaintive question: “Where do all the sad girls go?”…
While most Swatties were gradually adjusting to campus life in early September, Lia D’Alessandro ’21 was sweating it out in Troy Dance…